Victoire Weasley Romane & Geschichten

”Only a magic caster would have been able to break it. “Yes, they had one among them, a Khione woman,” she replied to him as she stood from the elevated throne, and walked up to them, keeping her eye on the girl Pythias had come with. “I see you have picked up a sunflower, she is quite pleasing to the eye.” “Not just any sunflower, my Queen.” Pythias beamed as they walked up to meet Vixra halfway across the floor and she knew that the wizard had something up his sleeve.

He mused, "She has grown into such a fine young woman... perhaps she could use someone to bring her comfort after your loss." Swiftly had grown up with me, after the loss of father and Samual. She had become like a sister, and we had depended on one another like family. Despite losing her arm and therefore her wing, she had grown into a gorgeous young lady at 17. Petite and slender, but her agility rivalled even the best combatants in the pack, making her lean with envious agility. Her hair went to her shoulders, and was dark blue, her eyes a hazel brown - almost burgundy. She had even adopted the family name, Swiftly Von Kassin - even though she was not blood. "You bastard, Lorcan," I splut

The sight twisted something deep inside him. "Gloria, you're so damn dumb," Victor said aloud, staring into her captured eyes. She wore a stunning ivory gown that hugged her natural hourglass figure perfectly, her waist-length brown hair cascading in soft waves, her sweet smile lighting up the room like sunshine. He couldn't deny it—she'd been exceptionally beautiful that day, ethereal even.

I knew that no matter which one I left with tonight, it was going to end in a brutal interrogation. That’s when Victoire approached me. She looked down her nose at me with that haughty air—the kind belonging to women who think they own the world just because there’s an apostrophe in their last name. "Well, well, Mademoiselle... you certainly get around. Divorced and already you have two heirs beating each other bloody for you. How charming." I stared her down. My wrists were bleeding, I was exhausted, and she was going to lecture me on morality?

It was like an instant calmness in the room with her here too. Victoria relaxed at the sound of her voice. “That girl needs a slap. How dare she say such rubbish.” “Victora, you are special, and what that girl said is true. You are powerful.” Ethel explained gently, and the colour just drained from Victoria's face. “I am a witch?” she whispered, hardly believing her ears. “You have witch blood in your veins. You are extremely powerful.” Ethel told her. My mate would find it very hard to process this information, but I would be there for her no matter what.

“Not only as your cousin but also as your comrade. We’d find him and expose everything.” For the first time in days, I didn’t feel alone in the fight. I nodded once. “Then we start now.” The hearing had barely dissolved into murmurs when the doors opened again. The air shifted, the low hum in my chest that had nothing to do with victory or vindication. I turned, already knowing. Victoire walked in as if the chamber belonged to her. She was dressed in regal black, chin lifted, every step calculated. And right beside her, close enough that their shoulders almost brushed, was him.

“And then I am going to come after you, and I am going to kill you.” “Ha!” Victor said rolling his eyes. “You aren’t going to be very feisty after that wedding, it’s going to drain your life.” “I am not going to let you drain my life, I fought Hecta, and I will fight your magic too.” She said shaking her head.

Even the colors of her outfit are reminiscent of bright blooming tulips, a bright contrast to the green background nature. It amazed Arthur that despite the circumstances that she's in, being given a sex drug which ended in an unwanted pregnancy, Victory never fails to try and brighten up the situation. For the past few weeks, Arthur could see that she trying her best to push through despite the obstacles that lay in front of her. Her decision is always based on the interest of everyone, and not just herself. This time, he knew that she had made her decision in the best interest of the baby, and not hers alone. This time, he's going to push her into getting to agree to his plan, based on tha

It was a lot of responsibility for my little girl, but she was happy about it, she was happy to take care of a creature the same way I take care of her. Spooky is now part of the family, she asks me to feed him, when she remembers, I take them both on walks, I shower them both, and make sure they both take their treatment, Violet is almost done with hers, I decided to stop the dosage we're giving her, her body could function fully in our atmosphere, I don't want her to gain any more height, she's now tall enough to reach my chest.

Anila’s POV Winnie looked at me thoughtfully for a long moment. She leaned back in her seat and crossed her hands on her lap as she studied me. I felt my cheeks warm from her scrutiny. “Your mother was the bravest and the kindest,” she finally answered after a short pause. “She was one of the best wizards at the school. For all 4 years, she held that number one top student slot.” “She did the challenges when she was a first year?” I asked, raising my brows at this information.